But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.
Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.
I’m always the one who doesn’t have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, “So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.
I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.
I’ll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.
Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.
All the things I’ve thought about love are true. It’s beautiful and terrible and it doesn’t make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.
She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.
Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn’t know how lucky I was.
Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.
And what if – what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you’re nothing?
I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn’t think about it as I’m falling asleep.
I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.
What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you don’t already know the story is a lie.
I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.
I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don’t want to know. That loss doesn’t end, that there isn’t a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.
I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn’t had one in a while, though, and I’d forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.
I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. – Ryan.
I’ve been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn’t like that at all. It is beautiful, but it’s a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is- The thing is you want to. You don’t care what’s coming you just want who your heart beats for.
Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn’t beating.